Chapter 75: Chapter 75: The Last Stronghold

In a world ravaged by the zombie virus, a small group of survivors had established a remote military compound as their last stronghold. Within its fortified walls, they clung to existence, hoping to ride out the apocalypse. Among them was Doctor Sachiko, a brilliant researcher who played a crucial role in their struggle for survival.

On this particular day, Doctor Sachiko found herself summoned to a meeting in the main conference room. She knocked and entered, her eyes adjusting to the dimly lit space. The room was filled with high-ranking officials, including the General, the Prime Minister, and several other powerful individuals. Their faces were drawn with worry, reflecting the gravity of the situation.

The Prime Minister, his usually confident demeanor replaced by concern, addressed Doctor Sachiko. "Doctor, what is the status of your research? With our limited resources, can we develop a new cure or vaccine to counter this damn virus? People are losing hope, and we need to show them that we're making progress."

Doctor Sachiko, a slender woman with sharp features and a no-nonsense demeanor, replied bluntly. "With our current resources, we are unable to make significant progress. The zombie virus is airborne, and only a small percentage of individuals with natural immunity or those injected with the prototype vaccine can withstand it. However, even they won't survive a zombie bite. seaʀᴄh thё NôᴠelFirё.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

We're doing our best to stretch our supplies, but without more resources, our options are limited."

The General, a grizzled veteran who had seen more battlefields than he cared to remember, spoke up, his voice carrying the weight of experience. "Our drones are still scouring the wastelands in search of any signs of Doctor Kurose's daughter. We have reason to believe that she may possess vital research or a possible cure that her late father was working on before he succumbed to the virus.

Finding her could be the key to developing a vaccine or treatment. It's our last hope of stopping this goddamn plague."

The General's expression was grim as he continued, "Kurose's daughter was working alongside her father before he died. They were making significant progress, or so our informants tell us. We must find her and retrieve whatever information they had. It's our only chance to turn the tide against these undead bastards."

The room fell silent, the weight of their situation heavy on their shoulders. They knew that finding Kurose's daughter was a long shot, but they had to try. Every lead, every potential cure, had to be pursued if they wanted to survive in this godforsaken world.

Doctor Sachiko knew that their motives weren't purely altruistic. Power and personal gain were also driving forces behind their desire to find Kurose's daughter. She suspected that they saw the potential for immense profit and control in possessing the only cure for the zombie virus.

Just then, a soldier burst into the room, his eyes wild with excitement. "Sir, we've found something! Our drones have detected a man walking among the zombies, unharmed! He seems to have some kind of connection with them, almost like they don't see him as a threat. It's like he's invisible to them!"

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The soldier, his voice steady despite the chaos in the room, held up his hands to calm the anxious officials. "We're not sure of his identity yet, but he's definitely a man. And get this—the zombies don't seem to acknowledge his presence as a threat. It's like he has some kind of invisible shield around him. We've seen him walk right through hordes of zombies, and they don't even flinch.

It's like they can't see or sense him at all."

The room erupted into a flurry of questions and speculation.

"How is that possible?"

"Who is this man?"

"Can we bring him here?"

The soldier held up his hands for calm, his voice steady despite the chaos in the room. "We're not sure of his identity yet, but he's definitely a man, and the zombies don't seem to acknowledge his presence as a threat. It's like he has some kind of invisible shield around him. We've never seen anything like it."

The Prime Minister leaned forward, his eyes narrowing. "Can we bring him here safely? We need to understand how he's immune. It could be our only hope for a cure or a way to protect ourselves. I want him here, alive and intact."

The General nodded, his expression grim. "We'll locate him first. Send out drones to search the area and try to pinpoint his exact location. Given our limited resources, we can't afford to send a team in blindly. Once we have his location, we'll devise a plan to extract him safely."

The room fell silent as the weight of their situation settled on their shoulders. They knew that time was of the essence, but they also understood the importance of conserving their limited resources. Every move had to be calculated and efficient.

Doctor Sachiko, despite her initial skepticism, felt a glimmer of hope. This man, whoever he was, could be the key to their survival. She knew that the General would stop at nothing to bring him in, even if it meant putting the man's life at risk. Sachiko understood the dark truth behind their desperation.

This man would become a subject for testing, his blood drawn and analyzed, his body probed and dissected, all in the name of finding a cure. In a world overrun by zombies, morality often took a back seat to personal gain and the pursuit of power.

The doctor knew that the powerful individuals in the room saw this man as a means to an end, a resource to be exploited for their own benefit. They would stop at nothing to get their hands on him, and once they did, his life would be at their mercy. Sachiko felt a mix of hope and trepidation as she considered the man's fate.

Little did Ryo know that his unique ability to walk among the zombies unnoticed had just put him in grave danger. As he wandered through the wastelands, the government officials in the compound had just discovered his existence. They now knew that he held the key to their survival, and they would stop at nothing to get their hands on him.